“Shall we go for a walk and see if we can decide on the big topic of the day…our honeymoon?” Lycur asks, pulling me up with him from the table and heading to the door, glancing at my father from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face. The last issue for the day had been agreed on and by the end of the day Lycur’s expression was as pained as mine — I’m not sure why, but it made me feel better.
“A walk sounds good, I didn’t know how uncomfortable those chairs could be.” I try to stretch my back, putting my hands on my waist and pushing hard. Lycur gives my lower back a hard rub that makes me groan with relief and stop dead. He moves behind me and rubs harder with the heel of his hand, curling his other arm around the front of my shoulders, holding me closely against him.
My father come
